Mist - Loss of Sight

YOu dont really need to have your eyes open, looking in any direction its always going to be black. Im thinking the tone is the colour... the tone is lighting up the eyelids, the canvas.... im always looking at the canvas, the painting dripping down infront of me bit by bit, as if it was falling into place, only to meet its perfection and slowy drift away again.....

Its a fleeting moment, and sound allows for it to exist... you will only understand for a moment sometimes, sometimes forever, but everytime it does happen you react.... you laugh smile cry scream jump dance breathe.... stop..... its when you stop that you know youve heard something special.... i wait for the times that it makes me stop....

I catch my breath... hold my hands above my head... then comes the sigh, not of hate or disgust... its more of a release... of the bad things in my system, the unhappyness released into the void, into the mist, where bad exists.... then all those things that worry me.. all those thoughts that i cant remove, or thought i could not remove.... they are gone and i am reset....

In this moment the sound hangs above the mist... inside it the filtered noise is weak.. held back by the release of anger, hatred, badness of all kinds that thicken the mist.... eyes dialate... heavy breathing, a laugh, perhaps just a smile,... finally gone, finally here... once tears.... you realise that the mist is no longer on your eyelids.... its no longer seeping from the temples... it is in the air around you, it is physically holding back the sound.... your head is open, eyes wide in reality... reality and the imagination seem one....there is only one place in existance with both mind and body.... and you are there also....

And so the mind is empty..... the tone thickens..... the mist is burnt by the flow of the music... and the light ignites in reality and imagination.... fule is injected into the stream.... Pulse....

Pulse, pulse..pulse.....pulse.... you feel it.... like your own.... one pulse... the common pulse.

nothing is held back....sound is everywhere and the leash removed

Mmmmm gota get back there.... wheres my coat?